Abducted By The Billionaire's Son-|• A Jacob Perez Love Story✔

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Mickaylea charged into the bathroom,only to see, no one?

"What the?" She said to herself.

She was so freaking perplexed, she entered the bathroom to see no one. Where the f**k is claire?

Claire's POV

Mickaylea thought she was smart but babe I'm smarter. There's a towel rack in the bathroom, I stepped on it, only by faith. I'm thinking that I watch k.c undercover too much because next thing I know I'm on the room, hanging from it sideways, both hands and both feet balancing me.

I saw that she was walking around, flipping hampers over, looking behind the shower curtains and even looking in the toilet, how smart is she?

I feared that she would look up, but when I saw her sigh in frustration, I also sighed in relief, she gave up.

Mickaylea made her way out.
Thank you Jesus!

I wasn't gonna get down yet because there could be a possible chance that she'll just pop up out of no where again. I wasn't in for the drama.

I waited for at least five minutes to get down, but when I was finally ready to come down. I heard her talking to Jacob.

Like what the hell? She is still persistent in finding me? Ahh.

I got back up, this time crawling a little higher up.

"See Mickaylea," he said to her. "No ones in here."

"But Jacob, I know that someone's here, and its in this bathroom."

"No ones here, let's just go,"

Walking outside of the bathroom Jacob looked up. Why us this shorty so smart.

He literally jumped up when he saw me dangling from the ceiling.

"What are you doing up there?" He mouthed to me.

"Non a yah business," I mouthed back.

"Don't worry I'll be right back."

I hope that Jacob will hurry up and cone back soon, I can't keep dangling here forever. I'm so stupid.

Jacob's POV

This is way too much stress in one day. I know that Claire can whoop her ass so I just don't see why she's torturing herself like this.

Dangling her self from a fucking ceiling, what does she think she is, a spy? I need to go help her get down, but first I gotta get this loon out of my house.

"OK Micky," I sweet-talked her."I think that you should go home now, its almost five and I gotta get preppy for Saturday mhm k?"

"Oh, ok see yah." Like that she left, I guess that she's gonna take a cab, as I watched her walk out my yard, I thought to myself, she should find someone who actually likes her.

Thoughts were just running through my mind. Wonderful memories of a special someone who I ACTUALLY LOVE, CLAIRE MONTEAGO. SHIT! CLAIRE!

I totally forgot about Claire, I ran straight up there.

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Claire, Claire, I yelled to make sure that she hasn't fallen down as yet. I got no response.

I went into the bathroom to see Claire on the bathroom floor crying.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Oh nothing," she said sarcastically. "Its just that my friends are making tweets about me, about how much I'm dead and they want prayers for me."

"Oh baby," I came close yo her, about to hug her but then she stopped me.

"You're the reason why I am here, you're the reason why my family and friends are sad, and you're the reason why they all think I'm dead. You're just the worst aren't you?"

"Well I'm sorry miss I'm perfect, I never knew that my loving you would cause so many freaking problems. Claire, I'm sorry that I love you with my being ok, but, I ain't letting you go, I'm sorry."

As said, I walked out. Yeah, yeah, I'm getting married but I'm trying to make this an opportunity for her to realise how much I love her and how much she loves me, but if she doesn't realise it in the next couple days, I'll let her go.